Published: February 25, 2025
Dog knows not the great ambitions of a swan?
Tan Yun, under seventy percent of his strength, was sent flying three meters away this time. He looked at the swollen right cheek of Zhao Wansha and laughed gleefully, “Zhao Holy Son, you stand there for me to hit; although I don't know how it feels for you, I can tell it's really damn refreshing for me... Hahaha!”
“Tan Yun, you despicable little man!” Zhao Wansha cursed with bloodshot eyes, “Laugh as much as you want! After ten strikes, I'll make you wish you were dead...”
"Three consecutive strikes!" While deliberately laughing, Tan Yun channeled 80% of his strength. After three slaps, Zhao Wansha's right face exploded, a bloody mess!
He saw stars, blood gushed from his ears and nose, and his body shook violently!
"Disciple, hold on; there's only four strikes left!" Yuwen Fengjun urged sharply, "Tan Yun has already used all his strength; he definitely can't bring you down!"
The gamblers responded, "Zhao Holy Son, you must listen to your master, hold on!"
"Zhao Holy Son, you can't lose!"
"Zhao Holy Son, you must endure, then we’ll chop Tan Yun into pieces!"
"..."
The voices of his master and the crowd echoed in his ears. Zhao Wansha suddenly shook his head, steadied his body, and fell silent. His bloodshot eyes fixated fiercely on Tan Yun!
"Move for me!" Tan Yun roared, feigning his full strength as he charged violently toward Zhao Wansha, his right palm shattering the void, delivering two more slaps to his right cheek!
"Slap, slap!"
After the two slaps, Zhao Wansha's bloody right face was almost stripped of flesh, exposing his stark cheekbones!
Zhao Wansha's expression was resolute, his gaze focused, his voice low and devoid of emotion, "There are only two strikes left! You useless thing, this holy son stands here for you to hit, and you still can't move me even an inch!"
In the face of Zhao Wansha's insults, Tan Yun seemed not to hear; his expression became extremely grave!
He gave off an aura of helplessness!
In reality, Tan Yun was naturally trying to confuse everyone, to muddle Zhao Wansha's judgment!
"Roar!"
Suddenly, Tan Yun let out a beast-like roar. Golden spiritual power surged into his left arm, and he shouted in defiance, "I don’t believe you can withstand the next strike!"
"Move for me!"
Tan Yun's aura was terrifying. His figure flickered and appeared in the air thousands of feet high, diving down like a meteor, his left palm aimed at Zhao Wansha's unscathed left face!
"Disciple, hold on!" Yuwen Fengjun shouted loudly.
"Zhao Holy Son, hold on!" Tens of thousands shouted for the Spirit Stones, their voices shaking the heavens!
"Slap!"
Accompanied by a crisp sound, Zhao Wansha's entire handsome left face was splattered with blood, exposing his bones!
However, what excited the thousands of gamblers was that although Zhao Wansha's body trembled violently, his feet remained as solid as iron, unmoving!
"Impossible, under my full strength, how can you still not budge?" Tan Yun, now on the ground, looked horrified, sweat beads forming on his forehead!
Tan Yun appeared utterly lost, his body shaking violently.
In truth, Tan Yun already knew the outcome was decided, for he had still used 80% of his strength earlier!
"Hahaha, you're scared, little trash?" Zhao Wansha, whose face was unrecognizable, laughed maniacally, "You scum think you can humiliate me with rules, and you're scared?"
"Tan Yun, you never expected that my strength is so much greater than yours, did you? Let me tell you, there’s one final strike left, and after that, we’ll have a decisive battle on the Platform of Annihilation!"
Upon hearing this, Tan Yun shook his head violently, retreating step by step, terror etched on his face.
"Tan Yun, hurry and make your move!" The murky eyes of Yuwen Fengjun revealed a chilling intent!
The gamblers, seeing victory within reach, urged impatiently, "Tan Yun, don’t try to stall, hurry up and strike!"
"Tan Yun, weren't you very arrogant before? Hahaha, scared now? Ha! Too late!"
"Hurry and strike, don't think about stalling!"